Salmon Dinner
Encrusted Salmon


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Grand Entrance



As we entered the banquet room, the greeters checked us in, giving each member an envelope with our name on. Oh, you want to know what our envelopes contained? Well, the winner was... oops, nope, not yet. They just contained our name tags, a raffle ticket for door prizes, and a colored dot to clue the staff what entrée to give us, red if by land, blue if by sea (in other words, either prime rib or Copper River salmon). This year, eighty members and guests attended the banquet.

Check-in Table

Treasurer John and Membership Head Dean Ready to Check Us In

Checking In

John and Dean begin checking in the guests as we begin to arrive. Here Mature Friends’ president and first husband pose with drinks already in hand.  The bookends are Paul, the head of the Bridge Club, and Peter, so to be retired (can you tell by his big toothy smile?).

First Husband and President with bookends

Our Out-going President and First Husband (to the president's right), with Bookends Paul (left) and Peter (where's Mary?)



Ready to Party!


After checking in, we made our way into the first of two sumptuous drawing rooms. But this room was not our immediate goal. No! We were looking for the bar!

Moving past the drawing room, ah! there it was — the object of our search, the BAR! The stampede was on. As with last year, the bar was well-organized and prices stayed more or less the same. In our first year at the Women’s Club, some people got bigger wine glasses than others, while some got charged more than others. As you can imagine, a near riot ensued. However, that glitch was fixed last year and the cocktail hour went on smoothly. To prevent a big line-up at the bar, a cocktail waitress milled around the room, efficiently taking orders and serving drinks.

The Bar

Bar Finally Found!


Finally with drinks in hand, we wandered around looking for places to sit down and relax or just wandered around to take in the elegant surroundings of the club. Although the press did not greet us at the front door, inside we had our own roving paparazzi, who snapped our pictures as we mingled for an hour.

But come on, follow me into the drawing room and check out who’s with whom and who’s drinking what. Shhh! No tattling!


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